Organs

alcohol - is the universal solvent.
 it dissolves feelings as acetone dissolves varnish.
 red-red nail polish in the corners of your family to me.
 I'm on your lips-millimeter Drinkers up blood into a fist
 squeezing his hand. entirely himself to the bone compressing.

 my girl, I'll throw you under the feet of the ceiling.
 and kiss that touches the skin corroding
 bug that is implanted into the pupil and can be seen:
 your eyes - in my eyes, as a resin for the body.
 and do not believe their muscle mass so that the long-term lyubilos

 and as a result: otlyubilos quickly. flush eyes ceiling, you are my burning sun in the desert,
 that - that dries the body dehydrates mind, open your eyes - and you're on the ice
 and we are together again in the thick impenetrable web of March.
 if sometime you cool down something - take my heart as desired body
 amputated ejected, who died of a heart attack

 you in the ribs, nausea that never goes as whalebone
 I will come back - for you'll be back, lose course and taste
 and all your cards, sensors, landmarks, signs, plates,
 in my pocket at all times - your matches, damp matches,
 to set fire to my train rails in one direction

 I have the habit again prim lashes and looking for flaws, despite the frescoes
 I have some umpteenth dreamer, unlimited-limitchik - take in quotes -
 good conversationalist, and in appearance - not much, but inside - rotten
 it does not matter in general. everything passes and we pass by, correcting errors
 signs infinity. in front of a cracker - and a new roller life.
 yours and mine - separately.

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